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Apologies to my subscribers, who received a peculiar email yesterday. It was a draft birthday post for a reader who no longer blogs. I forgot to delete it from my scheduled posts.

Kudos to Patrecia for her tenacity, however: she thought it was my birthday and, when confronted with a 404 page, sent me a Happy Birthday email and left a comment on another post, just to be certain. Thank you, Patrecia!

Blame my lapse on Saturday night. My friend Alison, who took me to Spain, has a son about to go off to Germany for several years, to do his Physics PhD at the German equivalent of CERN. We are all rather proud of him. His parents threw him a joint birthday/going away party.

I’ve been to parties before; I know they involve late nights and alcohol. At Alison’s parties, they also involve good food. I was game for a night out: if you feed me, I will come.

I got dressed up and everything. I wore brown because physics has always been brown to me. I don’t know why. Chemistry is green and biology is blue. Is it like that for you? Or is my brain just remembering the colours of my school exercise books?

ASIDE: While trying to find the name of the place where Phil will be studying in Hamburg, I came across the answer to the question, Has the large Hadron Collider destroyed the world yet? If you’ve been dying to find out (or want to find out if you’re dying), go here.

The food was great and I drank double my usual ration, having two glasses of dry white wine and one large glass of orange juice, soaked up by curry, Doritos and Alison’s superb puddings. I began to nod off in my chair around 10:45, but forced myself to stay awake to stop the Hub snarling at guests who dared to ignore the huge chocolate cake in favour of the cheesecake. If he ever leaves me, it will be for Alison’s cheesecake. Several times a year and always at Christmas, she makes a cheesecake for the Hub and he becomes one of those slug things which eat their dinner from the inside out.

We had to stay until midnight so we could sing Happy Birthday to Phil, who turned 23 on Sunday. Then we had to stay until half-past-midnight because it would have been rude to rush off.

When we got home, Molly dog begged us to watch Doctor Who before bed, instead of waiting for Sunday; and Spud wet himself. *

*In my drunken stupor, I may have confused those two events.

Wee washed, Who watched, I fell into bed around a quarter-to-two and slept until nine-forty a.m. I slept again for a couple of hours in the afternoon, then had an early night. I did nothing yesterday and I woke up with a headache this morning.

The Hub calls me a lightweight when it comes to partying. Tell me he’s wrong.

With Phil’s party, my brown top and The Big Bang Theory, there has been a lot of psychics on my blog lately. I didn’t see that coming.

I absolutely adore you. I wish I were more like you! You are such a wonderful, gifted way with words & writing. Thank you…really. you make me think, laugh, and it is a great way to start the day. Hugs.

I think you are wrong about the colors. Physics has always been grey for me. You are correct about chemistry; it is definitely green. But biology is yellow. Earth science is brown. Geology is black. Astronomy is blue. I haven’t figured out what neuroscience is–probably because I haven’t really figured out what it is yet. I just not that bright. And no, the collider has not yet destroyed the world. Switzerland is still where it used to be, last I heard.

You looked absolutely lovely! I love the Indian feel of your top, very chic. Funny that there was cheesecake, I spent part of yesterday making two New York style cheesecake, one for the baby girl to take back to university and one for my hubby to take back with to Boston. They love their cheesecake. I am glad that you had a night out, it sounds like you and the Hub had a great time and it made for an excellent post whhat can be better than that?

Linda, I have always said that if we don’t feel anything the day after – the evening before has been wasted. You looked stunning, love that tunic and I’m so glad that you let your hair down in more than one way. Good on you.

If you’re a lightweight at a party, then I’m a featherweight because I can’t even have 1 beer without getting tipsy. Glad you enjoyed yourself – can you convince your friend to send a cheesecake all the way to Canada?

Are you feeling better by now? I think you party-hearty well enough! You hang in there better than I could, so I admire! We watched Dr. Who Saturday night, but with all the lazy comforts of home–wine, and a big bowl of popcorn. We aren’t very exciting. Maybe next time I’ll at least buy a cheesecake! Debra

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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.

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